In fact, childhood ends only when the story of our parents becomes our own story and we can no longer close our eyes to our shared chasm. The vernacular language of the novel conveys the drama of interpersonal relationships directly to the readers who become part of the narrative in the process. Banciu observes her father dying; she listens and waits. Banciu circles her characters and draws from memories and a shared present. You experience how thoughts form and how they collapse on themselves. Her farewell to the ideological exaggeration of family, political party and homeland is full of courage and timeliness.